Hole 7

Amy was still kicking herself as they got to hole 7. It didn’t help that they were going into one of the most difficult holes on the front nine. With a complicated zig-zag set of bumpers that needed to be navigated around it was a bad hole to lose focus on.

Clay, Tiff, Carson, and Amy struggled. Even after putting through the zig-zag they still had to putt around wooden blocks. The lowest score was a 4. Tiff and Carson had tied. Also coming out tied were Amy and Clay with 5’s.

“So our first pair of losers that get to strip!” Tiff teased. She looked seductive standing in just her underwear leaning against her putter.

Clay made the easy decision to lose his socks. Amy however faced a more difficult decision. She looked down at herself. At the choice she had to make between the white polo or the khaki shorts. She felt a mixture of anxiety and to her surprise, excitement, as she reached down for the hem of the shirt.

Quickly she pulled it up over her head revealing a simple red bra. She thanked her past self for not putting on a more boring one that morning when she got dressed. She didn’t consider herself nearly as attractive as Tiff was, but she was thin with a flat stomach. She felt goosebumps form on her pale skin as the cool night air gripped her. She also felt a surge of confidence as she caught Carson staring at her tits. At the very least they were larger than Tiff’s.

“Well.” Carson said when he realized Amy had caught him staring, “Two more holes left in the front 9!”